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It was Autumn, the birds were chirping and the trees' leaves were falling. You loved the fall, the nights are getting longer and there was just a certain smell that made you smile. Your friends have been prompting you from summer to go on dates more and maybe find Mr. Right. Yet, you hated most of the guys who go to your school anyway. They are either arrogant, scary or just plain annoying.
Your friend Eliza was lucky she had Roderich, he is a nice guy, even though he was a short temper. Your friends have tried to set you on many dates before but they never seemed to work out. First they tried a guy named Gilbert, he was cute but really full of himself. The second was a Spaniard named Antonio who was indeed nice, just not for you. Then there was Francis, the Frenchman all the girls loved, sadly for him you weren't one of them.
"So how was your date with Francis?" Your friend Eliza eagerly asked as she caught you on your way to the courtyard.
"I didn't go on one." You smirked continued to walk away from the Hungarian.
"What? Did you stand him up?" Eliza furiously asked.
"Actually, he stood me up. He was about to walk into the restaurant but a blonde caught his attention and let's just say bam! Instant make out session!" You exclaimed clapping your hands at the 'bam'.
"What do you expect it's Francis he's got girls at his finger tips." Eliza sighed as you both headed out the school and sat on the front steps.
"Speaking of the devil." You laughed as you saw Francis a good ten feet away from you and Eliza, he was with the same girl he made out with last night.
For awhile the Frenchman and the girl talked, but suddenly the girl started freaking out and immediately slapped Francis' face.
"Breaking new hearts everyday." Eliza stated, you sighed Eliza knew you had a small crush on the Frenchman ever since Freshmen French class when he helped you study for tests and such.
"He's a tramp." You sneered.
"But they adore him, as do you." She winked nudging you with her elbow.
"No! I don't!" You protested.
"Thou doth protest to much!" Eliza quoted, giggling.
"Oh my you're so funny!" You mocked with a fake laugh.
"Look who's coming over!" Eliza squealed pointing in front of you, you followed her gaze to see Francis coming your way.
"Bonjour Eliza, ____." He smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing it causing a light blush to creep on your cheeks,
"Well I'll just leave you two, I told Roderich I would meet him in the music room-"
"You're not leaving me with him." You growled to her, as you glared daggers at the brunette,
"Bye Francis, ____!" She waved as she ran back into the school.
"Ma Cherie, would you like to come on a walk avec moi?" He asked smiling a toothy grin.
"I don't know, I still have French homework to do." You stated trying to makeup any excuse possible.
"Oh really what period?" Francis smirked leaning on the railing.
"Third." You nervously answered.
"I am in your third period class ma Cherie, it is not French class, it's Science." He laughed.
"Damn." You whispered.
"Ma Cherie, please take a walk avec moi." Francis urged.
"Fine, I'll go." You sighed following the Frenchman down the steps.
He lightly grabbed your hand and began to lead you out of the school yard, and down a nearby path that had trees grown all along the cement walk. It looked like something out of a fall catalogue. Francis had let go of your hand as you gazed at the beauty in front of you. The leaves were all scattered on the ground in hues of yellow, orange and red. It was gorgeous, the Autumn breeze nipped at your nose. You looked over to see France messing with his hair, you laughed at his narcissistic attitude.
"What is so funny ma Cherie?" Francis asked gazing at you with dazzling blue eyes.
"Nothing." You smiled trying to suppress your laugh.
"You are laughing at me non?" He smiled.
"Non." You mocked with a large grin.
He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel. He's a rounder, he's a cad you thought to yourself as the Frenchman playfully shoved you.
"What was that for!" You laughed as you pushed him back.
"Mocking my accent." He smiled.
"My apologies." You laughed.
"Actually ma Cherie, I am the one 'ho should be apologizing." He stated seriously.
"Wait, what for?" You asked confused.
"Last night." Was all that came out of the Frenchman's mouth.
"Oh, it was no big deal." You tried blowing it off.
"Non, it was not okay ma Cherie, that girl I was with was my ex. Apparently she did not get the message that I didn't want to see 'er." Francis told you.
"You seemed pretty interested in her as well." You sadly smiled a tear leaking out of your eye.
"Ma Cherie-"
"How many other girls do you call 'ma Cherie'? You give me so much trouble! God!" You stomped walking a head of the stunned man.
"I 'ave only ever called you ma Cherie ____." He cooed catching your wrist in his hand.
"You're a tramp, but I some how adore you." You confessed under your breath.
"Ma Cherie, I heard that." Francis stated lifting your chin with his fingers. "Je t'adore, Je t'aime."
"How can I trust that you'd be even faithful and not break my heart?" You asked trying not to gaze into his eyes.
"Ma Cherie, I only 'ave eyes for you. Oui, I did break 'earts in the past, and I did make out with that girl, but I wanted to make you jealous." He confessed making you look in his eyes.
"Jealous? Why?" You questioned.
"You are always 'anging out with Roderich." The Frenchman blushed.
"Roderich is Eliza's boyfriend! He's teaching me piano." You laughed. "Why would I be set up on a date with you if I liked Roderich?"
"I don't know, I-"
You cut him off by placing your lips on his in a chaste kiss much to his dissappointment. You smirked after the kiss and ran ahead of Francis, you heard his footsteps behind you and arms snaking around your waist, holding you close to his chest.
"Not so fast ma fleur." He purred in your ear, nibbling on it.
"Not even in your dreams buster." You smirked getting free from his arms and grabbing his hand in yours. "This is going to have to do." You stated kissing his cheek.
"Fine." He groaned kissing the top of your head.
He's a tramp, but I adore him, yes even I got it bad.
Your friend Eliza was lucky she had Roderich, he is a nice guy, even though he was a short temper. Your friends have tried to set you on many dates before but they never seemed to work out. First they tried a guy named Gilbert, he was cute but really full of himself. The second was a Spaniard named Antonio who was indeed nice, just not for you. Then there was Francis, the Frenchman all the girls loved, sadly for him you weren't one of them.
"So how was your date with Francis?" Your friend Eliza eagerly asked as she caught you on your way to the courtyard.
"I didn't go on one." You smirked continued to walk away from the Hungarian.
"What? Did you stand him up?" Eliza furiously asked.
"Actually, he stood me up. He was about to walk into the restaurant but a blonde caught his attention and let's just say bam! Instant make out session!" You exclaimed clapping your hands at the 'bam'.
"What do you expect it's Francis he's got girls at his finger tips." Eliza sighed as you both headed out the school and sat on the front steps.
"Speaking of the devil." You laughed as you saw Francis a good ten feet away from you and Eliza, he was with the same girl he made out with last night.
For awhile the Frenchman and the girl talked, but suddenly the girl started freaking out and immediately slapped Francis' face.
"Breaking new hearts everyday." Eliza stated, you sighed Eliza knew you had a small crush on the Frenchman ever since Freshmen French class when he helped you study for tests and such.
"He's a tramp." You sneered.
"But they adore him, as do you." She winked nudging you with her elbow.
"No! I don't!" You protested.
"Thou doth protest to much!" Eliza quoted, giggling.
"Oh my you're so funny!" You mocked with a fake laugh.
"Look who's coming over!" Eliza squealed pointing in front of you, you followed her gaze to see Francis coming your way.
"Bonjour Eliza, ____." He smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing it causing a light blush to creep on your cheeks,
"Well I'll just leave you two, I told Roderich I would meet him in the music room-"
"You're not leaving me with him." You growled to her, as you glared daggers at the brunette,
"Bye Francis, ____!" She waved as she ran back into the school.
"Ma Cherie, would you like to come on a walk avec moi?" He asked smiling a toothy grin.
"I don't know, I still have French homework to do." You stated trying to makeup any excuse possible.
"Oh really what period?" Francis smirked leaning on the railing.
"Third." You nervously answered.
"I am in your third period class ma Cherie, it is not French class, it's Science." He laughed.
"Damn." You whispered.
"Ma Cherie, please take a walk avec moi." Francis urged.
"Fine, I'll go." You sighed following the Frenchman down the steps.
He lightly grabbed your hand and began to lead you out of the school yard, and down a nearby path that had trees grown all along the cement walk. It looked like something out of a fall catalogue. Francis had let go of your hand as you gazed at the beauty in front of you. The leaves were all scattered on the ground in hues of yellow, orange and red. It was gorgeous, the Autumn breeze nipped at your nose. You looked over to see France messing with his hair, you laughed at his narcissistic attitude.
"What is so funny ma Cherie?" Francis asked gazing at you with dazzling blue eyes.
"Nothing." You smiled trying to suppress your laugh.
"You are laughing at me non?" He smiled.
"Non." You mocked with a large grin.
He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel. He's a rounder, he's a cad you thought to yourself as the Frenchman playfully shoved you.
"What was that for!" You laughed as you pushed him back.
"Mocking my accent." He smiled.
"My apologies." You laughed.
"Actually ma Cherie, I am the one 'ho should be apologizing." He stated seriously.
"Wait, what for?" You asked confused.
"Last night." Was all that came out of the Frenchman's mouth.
"Oh, it was no big deal." You tried blowing it off.
"Non, it was not okay ma Cherie, that girl I was with was my ex. Apparently she did not get the message that I didn't want to see 'er." Francis told you.
"You seemed pretty interested in her as well." You sadly smiled a tear leaking out of your eye.
"Ma Cherie-"
"How many other girls do you call 'ma Cherie'? You give me so much trouble! God!" You stomped walking a head of the stunned man.
"I 'ave only ever called you ma Cherie ____." He cooed catching your wrist in his hand.
"You're a tramp, but I some how adore you." You confessed under your breath.
"Ma Cherie, I heard that." Francis stated lifting your chin with his fingers. "Je t'adore, Je t'aime."
"How can I trust that you'd be even faithful and not break my heart?" You asked trying not to gaze into his eyes.
"Ma Cherie, I only 'ave eyes for you. Oui, I did break 'earts in the past, and I did make out with that girl, but I wanted to make you jealous." He confessed making you look in his eyes.
"Jealous? Why?" You questioned.
"You are always 'anging out with Roderich." The Frenchman blushed.
"Roderich is Eliza's boyfriend! He's teaching me piano." You laughed. "Why would I be set up on a date with you if I liked Roderich?"
"I don't know, I-"
You cut him off by placing your lips on his in a chaste kiss much to his dissappointment. You smirked after the kiss and ran ahead of Francis, you heard his footsteps behind you and arms snaking around your waist, holding you close to his chest.
"Not so fast ma fleur." He purred in your ear, nibbling on it.
"Not even in your dreams buster." You smirked getting free from his arms and grabbing his hand in yours. "This is going to have to do." You stated kissing his cheek.
"Fine." He groaned kissing the top of your head.
He's a tramp, but I adore him, yes even I got it bad.
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Twenty-First in my Disney Hetalia series! Oh my, why do I feel this is not up to par with my other stories, so many plot holes! Blah, but it's the best I could do at the time so please enjoy. I highly suggest listening to the French version of the song while reading!
I do not own Hetalia or it's characters, I do not own Disney of the videos, I do not own the preview picture or you. I do however own the plot.
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I do not own Hetalia or it's characters, I do not own Disney of the videos, I do not own the preview picture or you. I do however own the plot.
He's a Tramp-
English: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wiNGW…
French: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qPgTE…
Other Stories-
America: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Australia: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Austria: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Canada: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
China: Coming Soon!
Denmark: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
England: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Finland: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
France: Coming Soon!
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Greece: Coming Soon!
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Italy: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Japan: Coming Soon!
Norway: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Prussia: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Romania: Coming Soon!
Romano: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Russia: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Scotland: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
Sealand: katmarie13.deviantart.com/art/…
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